Chapter 45 Your... is poisonous

The medical officer, adhering to the principle of observation, auscultation, inquiry, and palpation, naturally wanted to get to the bottom of the matter. "Your Excellency, if we don't know the cause of the disease, it may be difficult to cure it completely."

Xie Jinglan rubbed his brow helplessly and whispered, "Last night... I drank some yogurt."

The doctor then asked, "May I ask, sir, is the milk you drink goat's milk or cow's milk?"

Xie Jinglan gnashed his teeth until they ached, and said in a deep voice, "Sir, you ask very carefully. Do you need me to tell you which sheep and which cow it is?"

The medical officer's eyelids twitched when he heard this, and he immediately stopped asking questions and wisely changed his tone, "I am sorry for being so nosy. There is no need to delve into this matter. Allow me to prescribe a heat-clearing and detoxifying prescription. If the condition persists within three days, I can investigate the cause further."

The medical officer wrote out a prescription, put away the pulse pillow, and then slowly retreated.

Xie Jinglan tapped his knuckles lightly on the table, thinking to himself—

It seems that it is necessary to climb over the wall again at night.

…

The night was dark, and Qingfeng and Qingmang watched their master, dressed in black, blend into the darkness.

During the day they had already vaguely sensed what their master had eaten last night.

Both of them sighed.

Qing Mang beat his chest and stamped his feet, "Look at me, I've been gone for two days and I'm still covered in rashes!"

Think about the previous master, he would change his brocade robe immediately if the edge was touched by a strange woman.

It was agreed that the blade would not lick honey, but now, the master has probably gnawed teeth marks on the handle of the knife.

He grabbed Qing Feng's sleeve with great sorrow and indignation, "Our master is no longer innocent!"

Qing Feng sneered, holding a grass stem in his mouth. "Come on, if you meet someone like Miss Wen, you will definitely be even more useless than the master."

Qing Mang looked at him with disdain, "My life depends on the master, how can I allow him to distract me!"

He wanted to see with his own eyes what a widow who had given birth to a child looked like, and how she could make his master lose his composure like this.

…

After dinner, Nanny Xue took Xibao to ask for milk.

Wen Ning felt that she was much better today and would be able to feed Xibao by herself almost tomorrow.

She drank some medicine to clear away the remaining heat and replenish her qi and blood, then sat under the lamp and started embroidering.

I originally thought that after deducting the annual rent, I would have the remaining money on hand, and if I budgeted carefully, I could always make it until the child turned one year old.

But in the cold winter, I bought winter clothes for the nanny and myself, and later the miscellaneous expenses after the birth of Xibao, plus the medicine I took in the past few days, the silver money was like sand leaking through my fingers, and it was almost gone before I knew it.

Since the nanny came here, it has been hard work to help her, and she must not be asked to give me money anymore.

So today I asked Sister Xianglan to help me get some embroidery work from the town.

She is good at embroidery and can help supplement the family income.

The silver thread turned a corner between her fingers. As she was concentrating on threading the needle, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a dark shadow standing beside her.

The hand holding the embroidery needle suddenly stopped. Could it be that the Marquis is coming again?

He stayed up until three in the morning yesterday and even set a trap for her before leaving. Now that she thinks about it, she is really a little scared.

The moment he turned around, he saw half of the man's face hidden under a black mask, and his hair stood on end.

Without taking time to take a closer look, she instinctively grabbed the scissors from the embroidery basket and ran out.

"save--"

Before she could even scream, she was pulled back by a huge force, which strangled her cry for help in the palm of her hand.

The broad palm almost covered half of her face, and her mouth and nose were covered tightly.

"It's me."

A familiar voice mixed with warm breath brushed past her ears, and her whole body stiffened. When she saw the familiar phoenix eyes clearly, her tense body suddenly softened.

Not a bad guy! But more hateful than a bad guy!

There was a look of annoyance in her peach blossom eyes. How could it be so scary?

Thinking of the fear just now, she suddenly became furious.

He grabbed the big palm in front of his face and bit down hard at the base of the palm.

"hiss--"

A suppressed gasp came from above my head, but the hand did not move at all.

When she tasted a hint of sweetness in her mouth, she was surprised and let go.

Looking down, he saw a circle of fine blood beads oozing out from the tiger's mouth.

Her heart skipped a beat, but she still forced herself to glare at him, "It's all your fault. Who told you to wear a scarf in the middle of the night? You deserved to be bitten!"

Although he was still annoyed, he turned around to rummage through the boxes and took out a clean piece of fine cotton cloth.

People who have gone through mountains of swords and seas of fire would not care about such a minor injury.

He could see her holding the cotton cloth with her fingertips, carefully avoiding the wound, and he was happy to let her do it.

Thinking of her reproach, Xie Jinglan let out a low laugh, "It's obvious that you are the culprit, but you're blaming me just now."

"Me?" Wen Ning was confused and felt that this person was becoming more and more unreasonable. He was simply making unreasonable demands!

Her brows were knitted tightly. "How did I become the culprit?"

The man's Adam's apple rolled slightly, as if he was having trouble speaking, but he still whispered, "Your... seems to be poisonous."

As he spoke, his eyes wandered over her body, finally stopping on the bulging fabric on her chest.

Following his gaze downwards, Wen Ning was stunned at first, then reacted and her entire face flushed red.

"You, what nonsense are you talking about!!!"

The wound on the base of her thumb had been bandaged, and she angrily threw his hand aside.

"I'm not talking nonsense. You'll know when you see it."

As he spoke, the man turned around and his black face towel fell to the ground.

His slender fingers untied the waist belt and began to unbutton the front of his clothes.

Seeing his series of actions, Wen Ning hurriedly stepped back, clutching her collar with her fingertips.

"W-What are you doing!?"

The robe gradually loosened, revealing the broad shoulders and narrow waist to the air, revealing the firm skin of the back.

Until he turned around completely.

Wen Ning took just one look and her breathing stopped.

His usually fierce face now looked a little embarrassed.

From his tightly pursed thin lips to his protruding Adam's apple, tiny rashes were densely dotted around him, spreading all the way down his neck to his collarbone. Further down, his muscular chest was also covered in large patches of crimson, even spreading to the ravines of his abdominal muscles.

"you……"

Wen Ning stared blankly at the red rashes all over his body, feeling a little dazed for a moment. The symptoms were exactly the same as Xi Bao's when he had an allergy.

"After I helped you last night... I went back and this is what happened."

“…”

She was speechless for a moment, she hadn't expected this to happen.

But who wants you to help!

Seeing her stunned for a long time, his slender fingers slowly gathered up the collar of her clothes and asked, "Have you seen enough?"

He just wanted to let her know that her milk was poisonous and if she fed it to the child, the child would probably be affected.

Although he didn't like that brat at all.

Wen Ning turned her face away abruptly.

She was a doctor, so she knew her milk was not poisonous, and the problem lay with the wild walnuts.

As a man, it's normal for him not to understand these things.

But I didn't expect that this decisive and ruthless general on the battlefield had the same physique as Xi Bao.

She spoke again, her voice a little weaker, "Perhaps I ate some wild fruit that conflicted with the Marquis's constitution."

Feeling a little guilty, Fu asked again, "Can you apply the medicine?"

The medical officer did prescribe an ointment, and he had applied it before he came.

But when the words came to my lips, they turned into two words, "Never."